˜”*°•.˜”*°•..˜”*°•♥•°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜

Soul...
conscience...
gut feeling...
intuitions...
sixth sense...
they never rest and never take a nap or slip.
They always guide...
whisper gentle truths,
knock at the door of our sub-conscious,
and at times shake us out of our cocoons of escapism.

It is the human mind which disrupts everything.
Which loves to play deaf and dumb to the calls from within...in the name of rationality/practicality and logic.
It snaps the co-existence of both which needs to exist in tandem.
Thus losing the thread of semblance,causing the conflicts within and the outside.

Let us all stay attuned to the being within...face it all with willing acceptances.
The glow of tranquility on the face thence achieved,
will be much more than all the treasures in the world.

BUONGIORNO CARISSIMI...

˜”*°•.˜”*°•..˜”*°•♥•°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜

unwilling at times and helpless at other,
I still gulp you down resignedly,
the bond we share is such,
I end up not just living you,but being you...


those who reject and shun you repeatedly,
by branding you akin to poison,
I knit them in an unbreakable bond,
morphing them into elixir...


you lose you demeanor,
like the shallow waves of the sea,
that is when I withdraw into my shell,
and drown myself on the shore you breathe your last..

What does pain do ?
It makes us react sharply...
it makes us shed sad tears...
It makes us shout and scream...
It makes us go numb...
It makes us dislike/hate/blame/crib...
It makes us become a momentary pessimist...
It makes us a disbeliever...
It takes all our strength to fight...
It empties the power within...
It makes us question...why me?????
And then...
What pain leaves with us ?
After the initial 'outbursts' and 'reactions',
It makes us ponder /think / evaluate...
It makes us REALIZE the need of it's presence...
It makes us UNDERSTAND and VALUE...
It makes us reach out and see things beyond the self...
It makes us ENVISAGE the bigger picture and our presence in it...
It makes us TREASURE,what we have...
It makes us notice 'oft ignored' PLEASURES...
It makes us grow COMPASSIONATE towards the pain of others...
It makes us shed the ME to become WE.
Pain thus,is the SWEETEST torment there can be.

 

~~*♥*~~
However blessed a morn be...
If one sleeps with one's back to it...it passes by...
like an opportunity to LIVE gone forever...
cause THIS MORN would never come back...

˜”*°•.˜”*°•..˜”*°•♥•°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜

~~*♥*~~
Don't hinder and disrupt the frolicking,calm and serene river in the wilds.
Don't try and bring method to it's madness.
Once restricted,barricaded and maneuvered,
it would FORCE it's way through it all,
and break all the seemingly impossible hurdles,
with an ever growing determination.
Such is the POWER of CONVICTION.
˜”*°•.˜”*°•..˜”*°•♥•°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜

*~*
We live in a world,
where ANGELS are DAMNED...
their flights arrested...
their glory banished.
A World,which let's the EVIL loom large,
rampant and free...
RAPTUROUSLY.
*~*

 

The Mevlevi Order has been a great source of inspiration for me...for as long as I can remember,right from the beginning of my years of sensible understandings.
Several references in the poetic piece I wrote on it,are reflective of the beliefs of the semazens of the WHIRLING DERVISHES.
Like the SIKKE or the CAPS they wear,made of camel skin,which are symbolic as the TOMBSTONES OF EGO or the NAFS!
And several other.
The Sema Ceremony,where the DHIKR(dance) is performed in a whirling motion,represents a mystical journey of man's spiritual ascent through mind and love to the "Perfect". Turning towards the truth, the follower grows through love, deserts his ego, finds the truth, and arrives at the "Perfect". 

Such a beautiful and soulful concept...intriguing and mystifying...♥

The piece I wrote underneath,is a tribute to this belief,with humble conviction:-)

`*••♥ ♥••*
Love is nothing short of pain,they say...
♥
pain can be felt as profoundly as love,I say...
`*••♥ ♥••*

*~*
That I believe,
is the gist of it all.
What transpires in the mid...
is oft forgotten...
~*~

 

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How naive it is to pin one's hope on the shadows,tears and smiles
which dissolve...
Promises,expectations,trust and breath which break...
A heart,which houses in our body to revere another...
A life which is lived losing the self,shred by shred...
We seek so much,that nothing remains...
what is sought so fervently though...lies within us all the time,
which is ours for good...OUR PURE and UNTOUCHED SOUL.

(¯`'•.¸ //(*_*)\\ ¸.•'´¯)
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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥♥♥ჱܓƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥♥♥ჱܓƸӜƷ♥♥♥

IMAGINE strangulating one's own throat with a smiling face and a gleeful heart...
IMAGINE crushing the tender petals of a windflower,which innocently suffuses one's being each day...
IMAGINE shoving soot down one's own throat,in the name of pleasure...

WATCH mother nature weep...cry in deep agony...
cause her benefactors darken the blue skies with a smog as deadly as the Hades...
WATCH Earth die rapidly with burnt out waste all around...at the hands of those,who need to protect her...
WATCH vibrant life,turn lifeless with a deafening lull of silence after a noisy night...

TRY and embrace a tree...kiss it's trunk tenderly...feel the life within...
TRY and breathe in,the smoke laden air the next day of this festivity...
TRY and hear the plea of a withering flower...begging for mercy...
and
simply say NO TO CRACKERS.
Let love reach each fiber of existence,across this Globe we call home...and BLESS ALL.
HAPPY DEEPAWALI....♥ ♥ ♥

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मैं कुछ कह नहीं पाती,
जब भीग हूँ जाती,
नरम ख्वाबों के मंज़र में,
उफनते सैलाबों के समंदर में,
वीराँ नज़रों के अश्क़ों में,
सुर्ख फूलों की शबनम में,
फ़लक से गिरती रुनझुन में,
फ़ासले तय करती हूँ जाती,
बस मैं कुछ कह नहीं पाती...

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~*~ COURAGE... is short for the COURSE our RAGE takes to combat all the external calamities as well as the internal. The strength and wisdom, which come together to guide the COURSE of this RAGE results in COURAGE, which springeth from the heart full of belief and conviction. It overpowers the most challenging of minds, including that of the self! ~*~

~*~

COURAGE...
is short for the COURSE our RAGE takes to combat all the external calamities as well as the internal.
The strength and wisdom,
which come together to guide the COURSE of this RAGE results in COURAGE,
which springeth from the heart full of belief and conviction.
It overpowers the most challenging of minds,
including that of the self!

~*~

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LIFE...

is a relentless balancing act,which requires patience,craft,focus,restraint and forbearance.

Just like a Ballet dancer,who masters a challenging genre with such precision, perseverance,single minded dedication.
The poise,
the effortless weightlessness on feathery and nimble toes,
have undercurrents of pain,bruises,punishing practice,determination and a will to do something,which seems to be a remote possibility.
The toes take all the sufferance,the responsibility of delivering the expected.
And then they rise and how!
It is the posture,
the alignment,
the balanced lines and the faultlessness,
which help one achieve the end result.
The visually delightful,beauty ... unmatched,
evoking myriad emotions of delight,pride,appreciation and admiration.

LIFE,when lived like that evokes nothing short of this magical journey,
from cumbersome to charismatic!!!


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N ҉ A ҉ M ҉ A ҉ S ҉ T ҉ E

when I deciphered it my way,revealed magical and enthralling depth.

N ҉ .... NEMBUTSU Buddhist invocation chanted to achieve enlightenment.

A ҉ .... ABHINANDAN Bow in salutation.

M ҉ .... MANAL Pertaining to attainment using hands.

A ҉ .... ANJALI MUDRA Hands folded to extend reverence.

S ҉ .... SAMPEAH Combodian way to show respect and greet.

T ҉ ....TRANSILIENT Leaping from one to another,

E ҉ .... EMANCIPATION Liberate and set free.

Imagine the power of a humbling gesture ... which is a door to a heavenly freedom...♥ ♥ ♥

•*¨*•..
.(^_^).
.._/l\_..

 

~~*♥*~~

खुदी को कर बुलंद इतना के हर तक़दीर से पहले 
ख़ुदा बन्दे से ये पूछे बता तेरी रज़ा क्या है ...

Allama Iqbal Saahib so aptly described the faith one should have in one's own abilities...
so as to soar above one's own imagination,thus invoking the Almighty to ask of one's wish/desire/expectations!!
Hope we are doing enough to travel the unexpected extra miles...and beyond!

˜”*°•.˜”*°•..˜”*°•♥•°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜

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Pure and delicately sweet...
unassuming,yet intriguing...
the sound of innocence,
unspoken and permeating.

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Sacrifice is reflective of a sacred selflessness and pure love...
that makes a MOTHER the best friend in the world.
Cause come hell or high water...
she would hear..heal and hold us...like no other.

≈★≈ℒℴ♥ℯ≈★≈ℒℴ♥ℯ≈★≈

~*~

We most certainly are the sculptors of our own destiny.
We conceive and shape it.
Infuse life(as we see) in it and help it attain,retain and sustain a palpable presence.
Since we define it on our own,we are responsible for it too.
In all it's Zenith and Nadir...
Witnessing each layer unfurl to reveal the specimen of our craftsmanship...
in all it's glory...
OR
In shame...
when we stumble upon it.
And sleep walk through it.
Like a Zombie...oft not recognizing what it is all about.
Since the new found life is a mere orchestration,
Sock puppet-ed by a hand other than one's own.

THE QUESTION IS...
ARE WE WILLING TO FACE THE REAL 'FACE'... ?

~*~

(¯`•´¯)
`•.¸.•´

What you DEMAND of people,of life,
using force,domination,connivance,cajoling,
is never yours...in reality.
What you COMMAND sans any deliberations,
due to the subtle presence of your persona,
is yours, inarguably...for keeps.
The power to know the DIFFERENCE and DISCERN,
alas,
can't be maneuvered or faked.

(¯`v´¯)
`•.¸.•´
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~*~

"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls.
The most massive characters are seared with scars."
Khalil Gibran.
Life has taught me a lot...but one lesson which has remained with me,always,is to respect suffering.
It paves way to an introspective mindset...which can free soul of many a petty desires,expectations and wants.

~*~

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When one says,
God will be your anchor...
it just means that God would guide you through it all...
God will show you the right way...
so none should leave everything on God,
but should reach out and fight tooth and nail to achieve what one desires...
therein lies God's shelter.

There is a proverb.
"Worship Allah, but keep the camel bound."

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☆¸.☆

If only...
you would have come out of my dreams,
we would have cherished a love pure and divine,
and a wondrous journey of life surreal and sublime...
If only...

.,-,*´`°☆
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┊ ☆
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♥♥♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥♥♥

TRUTH...
in it's stark transparency is a tough feat to achieve...
but once the infinite layers of lies are overcome to reach the crystal clear depth of truth,
the buoyancy experienced is unmatched!

♥♥♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥♥♥

~*~

NO is not that bad after all.
Say NO to unsafe sex.
A NO to unhygienic medical aids.
A NO to promiscuity.
A NO to two timing your love interest.
A NO to casual and blind dating.
A NO to careless transfusions.
A NO to the killer needle and the drugs.
A vehement NO to utter disrespect to one's body.
All these NO lead to something positive we call the 
A I D S F R E E W O R L D.
Consider the good behind a NO !!

~*~

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A flower grows from a seed to an awesome blossom,wild and fragrant...
just as a thought germinates and becomes a bouquet for all to cherish.
the mind houses seeds...
let the winds embrace them and breeze them away to become ideas,
to explore,salute and kiss the petals of life!!
ALOHA MON AMIGOS!!

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~*~*~

Speech is a beautiful gift to mankind.
Words,chosen well and proper,add to the blessing.
If those are understood,understandable silence follows,naturally...effortlessly.
Else it is nothing but a wide and gaping vacuum.

~*~*~